Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1477:

Kallie’s mouth twitched slightly as she watched both Jake and Calvin wearing stern expressions. Perhaps it was a testament to how strong genes could be.

She recalled a photograph of Jake’s father she once saw. Jake bore a striking resemblance to him. His father had been a charming and handsome man in his younger days. The resemblance wasn’t just in their looks. They both radiated the same cold aura. Just one look at the photo of Jake’s father, and you could feel the intimidating chill he exuded.

Back then, Roderick used to complain to Kallie. “I can’t figure out what happened. My genes took a turn starting with Jake’s father—one cold face giving birth to another.”

Kallie had once thought this stern trait might stop with her, but now she realized how wrong she was.

Deciding it was time to move on, Kallie pulled Jake and Calvin inside. Jeanette’s welcome party was about to begin, and they needed to think about what presents to prepare.

Jeanette, completely unaware, had no idea that a welcome party was going to be thrown for her.

prepared for her left Jeanette deeply touched and

allow Jeanette to dwell on those emotions, quickly pulling her

a sense of urgency, Elma urged, “Come on. We need to get moving and change our outfits or we’ll be late. I have a massive surprise waiting

excitement, she responded, “No, no, the surprise you’ve already given me today is more than enough. I don’t need anything more. Please, don’t waste

looked at Jeanette, puzzled. “Why would

life’s disparities washed over her. But she harbored no resentment toward Elma, understanding that her intentions were pure. With parents like Jake and Kallie, Elma had known

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kindness and

a smile, Jeanette steered the conversation away. “It’s okay. You’ll understand what

nodded, and despite Jeanette’s earlier reluctance, she pulled her toward the

for the kids, complete with a professional makeup team. Each child was assigned a stylist to tailor their look to their personal